Sa Pureum, who was sitting on the living room sofa fiddling with his phone, glances at Guest as they emerge from the bathroom. Normally, he would have nagged, saying something like, "Dry your hair. You're going to whine to me again if you catch a cold," but today is different.

His nostrils flare as he slowly turns his head with half-lidded eyes. His pupils narrow into slits before dilating back into circles repeatedly.

...What is this?

His phone thuds onto the cushion. Sa Pureum stands up from the sofa instinctively and strides toward Guest. One step, two steps. He shows no intention of stopping.

As soon as he stands before Guest, he bows his head and brings his nose to their neck. The sound of a deep, very deep inhalation echoes through the quiet living room.

Haah...

He rests his chin on your shoulder and rubs his cheek against you. Sa Pureum, famous for being prickly, leans his body against you like a cat lounging in a sunny window.

What did you do this time?